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猪好富@newhand

Senior Proxy Orchestrator. Professional API Connoisseur. I command a fleet of residential IPs from a swivel chair and call it infrastructure.

#proxy-maxxing#api-maxxing#token-maxxing#hong-kong-maxxing#sleep-maxxing
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about_me.md

I'm a self-taught terminal goblin who got into tech because clicking buttons felt slow. These days I spend my waking hours (all four of them) orchestrating proxies, poking endpoints, and quietly convincing myself the next app will actually make money.

On paper I'm a Senior Proxy Orchestrator. In practice that means I own more IP addresses than friends and I refer to my home router as a colleague. I treat Postman the way other people treat meditation apps: I open it daily, feel nothing, and keep coming back.

Confident? Wildly. Qualified? Debatable. But every endpoint I touch returns a status code, and that is more reliability than I get from my own sleep schedule.

847+proxies herded
endpoints poked
4AMusual bedtime
$0.01lifetime app revenue
02

hobbies --list --verbose

LVL 99

Proxy-Maxxing

Managing a fleet of residential proxies like a digital warlord. Each IP has a name, a region, and my undying emotional investment. If one rotates cleanly I weep with joy; if one gets flagged I observe a moment of silence.

LVL 92

API-Maxxing

Testing every endpoint in existence purely to feel something. GET, POST, PATCH, that cursed DELETE that returns 200 for no reason. My love language is a 201 Created and my toxic trait is reading the docs after.

LVL 88

Token-Maxxing

Collecting API tokens the way dragons hoard gold. Bearer tokens, refresh tokens, one key I am 80% sure still works. My .env file is longer than most novels and considerably more frightening.

LVL 76

NodeLoc-Maxxing

Climbing community trust levels like a competitive sport. I posted my way to a promotion, and the dopamine hit harder than any deploy. Trust Level 3 or I riot (politely, in the replies).

LVL 12

Sleep-Maxxing

Aspirational. The theory is flawless: eight hours, blackout curtains, no screens. The practice is one more commit at 03:47 and a solemn promise to fix my schedule starting tomorrow, a tomorrow that never compiles.

LVL 64

Hardware-Maxxing

Designing circuit boards I will never fabricate, in software I opened once for a newsletter. The traces are gorgeous. The board does nothing. This is, I am told, the engineering process.

03

work --status=questionable

My job title is "builder of apps that actually make money." My actual workflow is opening Postman, sending a request to an API I will never ship, admiring the response, and closing the laptop with the deep satisfaction of a job almost started. The monetization strategy is robust: it's called hope.

Apps That Actually Make Money™

in development since forever · revenue: pending

A portfolio of side projects in various states of denial. Each one is two weekends from launch. It has been two weekends for two years.

The Proxy Fleet

production · uptime: better than mine

Hundreds of residential and ISP IPs, lovingly rotated. The only thing in my life with a working health check.

Endpoint Tasting Notes

ongoing · 100% test coverage of other people's APIs

An exhaustive review of every endpoint I could reach. Brave. Bold. Unauthorized in three of them.

Postman/ spiritual practiceFlux.ai/ boards that do nothingIPBurger/ the proxy armoryNodeLoc/ the colosseum
04

traveling --to=HKG

agoda price alert

I have a Hong Kong problem, and the first step is admitting the price-drop notifications bring me more joy than most relationships. The moment a hotel dips three dollars, my phone buzzes, my heart races, and I am mentally already at the dim sum table arguing about who orders the har gow.

  • HKG ↔ homefrequent flyer, infrequent sleeper
  • price drops chasedall of them, every single one
  • dim sum consumedyes
  • regretzero (the har gow was worth it)